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Driving up Boulder Canyon, I measure the distance to Nederland by landmarks. First, there’s the turnoff to Sugarloaf Road, then Magnolia Road. Later, I hit the parking lot for Boulder Falls. Then the road steepens as I wind through the Narrows, with steep granite cliffs surrounding me. Then Castle Rock…
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Driving up Boulder Canyon, the cars in front of me abruptly come to a stop. After eight years living in Nederland, I’m used to slow traffic in summer. Seems like everybody wants to get out of the heat and head to the mountains. But this time is different. The cars…
Continue readingThe sun came out. Whew, I was beginning to think we were living in the Pacific Northwest. After having a very dry March for what seems like the third or fourth year in a row, the storm doors have swung wide open in late April, and rain and snow have…
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